Both of them had been to the Valley of Sleepless before, and they were familiar with the situation in the valley. Thinking like a spring, the wind under his feet, and in a short time he has reached the realm of the sleepless valley.

At this time, the boundary of the sleepless valley is in the middle of summer, the flowers and grass are in full bloom, the breath is warm and humid, the buzzing butterflies are dancing, and the pines and firs are violating. The two of them had no mounts under their feet, and when they reached the Valley of Sleeplessness, it was dark and twilight.

Both of them recognized the appearance and characteristics of the white laurel ring, and immediately began to search for it non-stop. On a summer night, the moonlight is bright, the fireflies drag a little bit of light, the insects chirp thinly, and the fragrance of flowers fills the whole valley, and the business is full of business.

The search was fruitless. The two walked along the mountain behind the sleepless valley, the mountain road was not clear, the thorns were dormant, the white insects were screaming, the withered reeds were falling sideways, and from time to time there were night cats jumping around, frightening passers-by.

Lou Che roared in a low voice: "Hehe, be careful, watch your step!"

He Yan responded slowly, and the more she walked inside, the more she felt the wind behind her, and there was a cold dark light floating in the air. In the misty night mist, the phosphorus fire is erratic, and the strange blue and white waves are strange.

Clearing the clouds, I saw a mound two or two high, the mound was full of pure black thorn balls, but the branches and leaves of the balls seemed to be nothing, and the juice flow was faintly visible in the transparent veins.

Where the black thorns are dense and urgent, a tall laurel tree breaks through the ground, the branches are bent, the leaves are fluffy, and the small white flowers of the tree emit a refreshing smell, which is intoxicating.

This black and white, one evil and one good, one evil and one beautiful, are distinct, but they coexist here, playing with the piano tune, and are harmonious.

He said: "Your Highness, look, isn't that the white laurel tree?"

Lou Che was overjoyed and said, "I'll go get it here!"

He Yu remembered the sparkling warning, maybe there was some terrible trap hidden around this white laurel tree, so he said: "Your Highness, don't be reckless!"

Saying that, the two of them landed on the mound, seeing the black thorns all over the ground, feeding the shimmering blue blade under the night, but they didn't dare to get off easily. The two of them flew straight to the white laurel tree, Lou Che was agile, rubbing two heels in the air, and a few laurels had already arrived.

The two were overjoyed, and they were about to leave, but they saw Lou Che's hands gushing with blood, and he was not very injured by black thorns when he was picking cinnamon.

On closer inspection, the tall white laurel tree was covered with fine thorns and vines, and under the moonlight, the original white bark was as black as Mucuna.

He Yan stopped Lou Che's wound, Lou Che couldn't help but feel ashamed, and said: "I think that although this thorn looks strange, it doesn't seem to be poisonous." It's okay to get pricked. "Immediately put the laurel in the herb bag and volley it away.

When Yu Yuanjun heard the news that the two of them had successfully picked white laurel, he was overjoyed, but he was afraid that the two of them would pick ordinary laurel instead of white laurel.

Lou Che explained: "Don't worry, you and I have seen Bai Yuegui before, and there will be no mistake. As he spoke, he took out something from the herb bag and handed it to Yu Yuanjun for personal identification.

Yu Yuanjun was only worried that the two of them had taken the wrong medicine and missed their own big things, and when his seamless plan fell short, how could he be willing? Stretched out his hand to take the white laurel ring, took it in front of him and looked at it carefully, and sighed for a long time, "Yes, this is Bai Yuegui." ”

The rest of the people are great joy. I saw that there were some punctures on the fingers of Yu Yuanjun who took Bai Yuegui, and Lou Che said: "You don't have to worry, it's okay." There are some wild thorns around this white laurel tree, and some thorns have also grown on the laurel. That thing was meant to be non-toxic," he said, sticking out the puncture marks on his hand, "I was accidentally pricked when I was picking cinnamon." ”

Shen Miao saw that He Yu had returned safely, and sighed, but there seemed to be a smile on his lips, "Tell you not to touch what you shouldn't touch, you are disobedient." The meaning of this is unclear, as if it is said to Hefei, and it seems to be a metaphor for Yu Yuanjun.

Yu Yuanjun didn't have time to pay attention to the meaning of Shen Ling's words, and he was relieved to hear Lou Che say that it was non-toxic. Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed. If Hao Yuanjun wants to strike first, then he must do it before 096 makes a move, otherwise his previous efforts will be wasted. Ordered people to remove the black thorns on the white laurel, supplemented by the rest of the medicinal materials, and refined the floating dream pill overnight.

With such a seamless layout, unless Zero Nine-Six has the ability to predict the future, he will definitely die in the chaos of the sword. This time the plan was thorough, and the members of the Red Letter Squad, including Hao Yuanjun, were all in sight of victory in remote sensing.

Julu was worried that the fake death would damage the reputation of Hao Yuanjun, and Hao Yuanjun said: "This god has been trembling all his life, and now he is in his twilight years, and he has long had the intention of retreating. After this time, as long as the name Yanyu disappears in the Six Realms, I will hand over all the affairs of the clan to Hongyi, take my wife and daughter to the mountains and forests, and live a life of food and drink. Seeing that Yu Yuanjun said this, Juluo had no choice but to give up.

Three days later, the news of Yu Yuanjun's death spread all over the Six Realms, and Kyushu was full of white flags. Not long after the accident, Yu Yuanjun spread the bad news again, and everyone who heard it was embarrassed.

He Yu saw that the immortals moved the lotus to the golden plate mud tire out of the bonsai, gave the floating dream pill to the mud tire, and then let it lie quietly in the pious palace. The real Hao Yuanjun has gone to Penglai Pavilion for refuge, guarded by heavenly soldiers, and there is no mistake.

He Yan has not yet turned to the bottom of the Confession Acupoint, and at this time, he has no blade magic weapon in his body, so I am afraid that it will be inconvenient to move. After a few explorations, there was only the oil paper bag sent by Shen Ming, and when I opened it, it was a pair of wooden swords.

The pair of wooden swords were not very heavy, there was no pattern at all, they looked sparse and ordinary, and they couldn't even compare to the wooden swords used by Taoist priests in the rivers and lakes to catch ghosts. He Yan smiled bitterly, such a blade, no matter how high the person's spell is, no matter how strong the spiritual power is, I am afraid that he will not be able to take it at the critical moment.

Outside the Qianshou Palace, in front of the statue, the immortal body of the Emperor of the Emperor of the Emperor was quietly stopped in the enchantment; on the banks of the Buzi River, between the mountains and rivers, the surging sword array was-for-tat, and a storm was coming.

According to the Shangqing Rite Law, before the funeral, no one except the parents, wife and children of the deceased shall mourn, so as not to disturb the soul of the deceased. The immortal body of Yu Yuanjun will stay in the palace for three days, and it is believed that the mysterious killer has learned of Yu Yuanjun's death at this time, and will soon take action.

There is no one in the palace of the head of the king, the immortal body of the emperor is lying quietly on the main seat, and the funeral students waiting to be buried are stationed outside the palace. In addition to a dusty, cobweb-strewn statue of an ancient goddess in the palace, it was as calm as a puddle of lake, and the heavenly soldiers outside the palace guarded the palace gate as usual.

The immortals hidden in the shadows raised their hearts to their throats, and at this moment, the flapping of the wings of the bird and the landing of the silver needle were enough to cause a commotion, and the terrible opponent did not know when it would come.

Success or failure, in one fell swoop.

Just when everything was silent, I suddenly heard that the guards would send someone to report: the sky ahead was dark and full of anger, and I was afraid that all demons should come.

Juluo and the others were shocked, but they never expected such a mistake at a critical moment. Lou Che was even more pale: "The last time Benjun fought with that devil, he almost lost his life, this time it is aimed at dealing with 096, if the devil is killed in the air, he will be caught off guard on both sides, and the plan I made before will be completely messed up, how can this be good?"

He suddenly remembered the scene of being chased and killed in the bamboo forest, and thought that those demons would disappear in a few days, and he didn't want to chase them so far. If it is really the disaster caused by himself and the great thing of Yu Yuanjun, it will be very tricky.

Xuanjing said: "I'm not busy!" I looked at it for a long time, and saw that the devil was not moving forward, it didn't seem to be coming for the funeral, and it might be passing by temporarily. Besides, the Qianshou Palace was originally surrounded by the Buzi Fierce River on three sides, and it was not so easy for the demon to really want to get close to the Qianshou Palace. ”

When Pangu opened the sky, everything contained the power of the ancients, and relied on this ancient power to reproduce and gain a foothold, and gradually gave birth to this world.

Whatever falls into the water, immortal and immortal, becomes part of the river itself, entangled, enveloped, melted by the current, dissolves the body, and leaves a wandering soul to live forever and drift with the current. As a result, people are speechless, have no freedom, are detached from thought, and if they are things, they are deprived of time and drift forever.

The immortals only remembered that there was such a natural barrier, but when they saw that the Buzi Fierce River was close at hand, the silver waves were dancing in the sunlight with brilliant light and shadow, sparkling.

Lou Che said: "Great! The Buzi Fierce River is close at hand, and the devil is a little jealous, so our chances of winning are much higher." ”